At first glance

Theese roses

Seem beautiful

They lie on my bed

Enticing

Seducing

Hungry for eyes

To pick them apart

& undress them

But as you do

Your fingers are pricked

Red raw

Thorns

Blood

Starting to pour

on white bed sheets

Red roses

Blending with beauty

Pretending

At first glance these roses

Seem beautiful

But they are there to distract you

Reality is a scare...